Miss Sound Adhan

Eps. 14 Drying the Hijab

“Feel that. Take it if you want!” kekeh a girl, who then passed without sin after throwing the Carissa hijab.

Astagfirulah.... Why are they this? I never looked for them but why do they always find trouble with me, cried Carissa protested in such a bully.

Devi and her group are indeed outrageous. Actually, it's not just Carissa who is bullied by them. But there are also classmates who get the same treatment.

There was another student in Carissa's class who wasn't hijab-wearing, and her friend was bullied by Devi and her group, just for not wearing a hijab.

Though wearing a hijab is an obligation, it is a choice of the heart. What difference does it make if a person who is hijab but whose heart is rotten is even more rotten than a person who does not wear hijab? So it's better not to wear a hijab, but an angel's heart, isn't it?

“Devi long ago getting worse yes,” said another student, who had seen the incident.

“Yes, but here no one replies to his actions.”

Not only were the two students gossiping, but the other students were there to gossip about Carissa too.

They are not helping but gossiping, the inner Carissa cursed their making.

It was not that he wished that someone would help him at the moment but at the very least, neither did he talk about it so in front of him.

“I just took my hijab,” muttered and then cursed the tie to cover her hair.

He walked to the edge of the mosque to pick up his hijab.

“How is this? Hijabku wet and dirty can not be used,” his village when lifting his hijab.

Without Carissa knowing, Devi's group took one dipper of water and then doused Carissa's hijab. As a result, the hijab is now covered in soil.

“Then how is this? What am I supposed to do? There's no way I'm not wearing a hijab,” her soft, while biting her lower lip.

Carissa returned to the mosque and sat down after washing the hijab to remove the dirt, then dried it on the towel hanger of the mosque.

“Why is he quiet, bullied like that?” someone accidentally passed by and watched him from a distance.

A man wears a jacket with the eagle logo on his back. Yes, that man is Rayhan.

He exited the base, intending to monitor the location only. But accidentally even saw the scenery beyond his estimation.

He saw everything clearly from the outside. Because the mosque even though it belongs to the campus but is a public mosque and is located outside, so anyone can worship there. In addition, from outside all activities in the mosque can be seen clearly.

“I really don't understand. With me, the head of the motorcycle gang who was hit by a ferocious He was not afraid but with a girl who looked weak once she was silent on the piercing, ck!” decaknya, do not just think, the nature of Carissa is quite opposite.

“Gosh! She cried, again,” muttered to see Carissa.

Actually Carissa had not yet cried, she only glazed over her eyes to find the confession of her friend like that and she rubbed her eyes before the tears fell.

He doesn't want to look weak. Or look sad. Because it would only make him appear weak in the eyes of the others.

Brm! Rayhan immediately stepped on his gas motor. His voice was as loud as a can exploding.

“That voice...” Carissa murmured, turning directly across the street.

But the bike was gone from there. Carissa looked at her back.

“Woy!! Bump motor gang, get out of here! It's noisy! Just interrupt!” hardik is a citizen, angry at Rayhan.

***

“Class will begin. I'd better go back now. Looks like my hijab is dry,” Carissa, then take and immediately put on the hijab again.

Two hours later, he was forced to sit in the mosque waiting for his hijab to dry and did not take classes before.

Because it's impossible for him to come out without the hijab.

Carissa then ran towards the class.

“Where are you from Sa?” airin asked, because the beastie was not in class in the previous lesson hours.

“I am in the mosque,” the answer is short.

“Why not take class?”

“I was-” When Carissa wanted to explain what really happened to him suddenly the lecturer entered the class and cut the conversation.

“Everything open book p. 385,” said the lecturer, sitting down.

Of course Carissa immediately closed her mouth tightly and switched to open the book in front of her.

“So she didn't come to class because of her hijab?” whispered, Devi chuckled at her group.

He was very happy to work with Carissa.

“Devi! You giggled yourself back there. Just go ahead and explain what you already understand!” snapped lecturer, hard.

Devi answered and then came forward. Describe material he has not read at all.

“Rasain, it consequently is often ignorant of the same people!” airin's curse was softened, and only Carissa sitting next to him could hear it.

Even Carissa now smiled faintly, seeing Devi flutter about the material in front. For him, he had received the punishment for bullying him earlier.

This lecturer is a famous killer. For anyone who is crowded or noisy, then lift immediately punishable.

***

“Oh, what am I thinking is,” desau Rayhan in the middle of the road, after exiting the Eagle Wave headquarters.

For some reason after seeing Carissa who shed tears had her heart rippled without cause, sore. He did not know the girl at all.

“Woy! Use your eyes if you walk!” snatched a girl, in the middle of the road.

Rayhan who was then daydreaming immediately realized. He saw the girl who dared to rebuke him.

“He right..” Rayhan reviews a thin grin, looking at the girl who turns out to be Devi.

“It just so happened to meet him here,” he added, with glittering eyes staring at Devi.